[Good morning!] the Axe System blared into my eyes.
[You have recovered from having health below zero. You have 7 of 80 health remaining.]
[You have four critical wounds.]
It listed them, newest to oldest. I'd taken all of them in last night's fight.
[You need to heal rapidly; you should eat well and consume some healing potions.]
With a ping, it highlighted the recipe for [Plainswalker Healing Potion].
[Your current Axeman level is zero. Warning: You are near enemies that exceed your Axeman level.]
No, really? I wondered, briefly, if Systems could suffer from mental retardation. <1>
[Today is a great day to reach Axeman level one! You should form a [System Group] with some friends to handle threats in your current area.]
Ugh. So. Many. Words.
I found myself bound in tight coils of rope, in the pit of a wheelbarrow, which was being pushed by the hunter.